Privilege

I never thought I’d be this employee.

The person whose tardiness is becoming a pattern.

The person who’s time sheets are always late.

The person who is bluntly cynical.

But I also never expected to be homeless, living out of a tent.

I never expected to be pitched pillar to post to wherever was most cost effective.

I never expected the world to be trying to catch me out at every available turn, causing the only way to be successful being to be ultra aware on all sides at the same time. Of course this is exhausting and creates it’s own set problems when your mask slips.

I never expected to get COVID. What with all the precautions I’d taken as well as keeping as healthy as possible.

Yet here I am, about to have an occupational health meeting to determine my fitness to teach, under the guise of ‘necessary adjustments that will reduce your chance of getting work in the future’.

I guess you have to go down to live on the breadline, to fully appreciate just how the difference in treatment when you need help, makes getting out of trouble so much harder.